These days I wake up thinking about stitching. As soon as the oatmeal's done and the tea is brewed, I get to it. It's slow going, but really, it's changing.
I think this spot is done. A moment about the rhythms of nature, around and in us.
I'm turning the page . . . maybe, by the time I finish this booklet, I'll be able to spell "rhythm" without looking it up?
